We should be able to throw
All the wicker mannequins
From atop a great, big bridge.
Those forgotten phantoms,
Those shadows from the past
That keep spying on us.
We should be able to burn
The adored faces
From our childhood.
To walk with light steps
Into the coming sun,
Carefreely,
And watch them all go
Over the frozen river!
We should be able to throw
All the wicker mannequins
From atop a great, big bridge.
Like broken marionettes,
Like cracked figurines
From our memory...
We should be able to erase
Those whispered names
From our youth,
And know how to forget
The eyes and kisses
Of tenderness,
And watch them all go
Over the frozen river!
And watch them all go
Over the frozen river!
And watch them all go...
And watch them all go
Over the frozen river!